festival-love

can be found in the 70% cocoa, dark chocolate
that we ate with magic mushrooms yesterday.
it's in the prisms and patterns of kaleidsoscopic
colour that we splatter with mud for extra effect.
it can be found in the satisfyingly round, spiral sounds
as we contemplate science in frantic ecstasy.

epiphany, anyone?! entangled particles describe
our hearts and we were all created from stardust!

it's there in the dancing and panting,
the prancing with earth between exultant toes
as there we stand, foot to foot with those
toes we love. shrunken amongst tall trees
and mingled sweat, never regretting
the sweet scent of you and i.

the joy of three days without washing,
and i still 'see' you, as though for the first time.
the sleep in our eyes crystallising,
our mud warrior stripes;
my dirty knickers are in a twist for you, as ever.
your mischievous eyes are fireflies in the festival night,

reflecting light displays of enchanted forests, more eyes,
grass-green seas and purple skies.
like plain paper, morning rain washes
away the excess of yesterday.
i can't say i feel fresh as such,
but you are the freshness.

no matter what playful concoction i ingest with you,
i never lose my grip on the space-time continuum.
"have you seen a bunch of old hippies
in 3D glasses mate?" he's obviously trippin',
but i wonder why we bother - wide-eyed
with love as i am, anchored by alice in wonderland.